Kingdom of Ash

Two mothers, whose love for their
daughters and hope for a better world was
greater than any power Erawan might wield.
Greater than any Wyrdkey.
And it was with the image of her mother
still shining before him, showing him that
mistake he’d never known he made, that
Yrene clenched her fingers into a fist.
Erawan screamed.
Yrene’s fingers clenched tighter, and
distantly, she felt her physical hand doing the
same. Felt the sting of her nails cutting into
her palms.
She did not listen to Erawan’s pleas. His
threats.
She only tightened her fist. More and more.
Until he was nothing but a dark flame
within it.
Until she squeezed her fist, one final time,
and that dark flame snuffed out.